The reason I haven't updated lately is because I have been busy. Ok..that's not the only reason. I also got lazy, I have to deal with stress emotionally, personally, and physically and blogging about it is not my way to relieve things. I finally can say that things have changed and I feel better now. I have surrounded myself with great people as of late and weeded out the people who can anchor me down or slow my personal growth.
Fashion Updates: I ordered another Balmain jacket. yeah yeah...One is enough but I need one in black. And one from the Fall/Winter collection. Today is the start of fall and it's 68 degrees. That's pretty crisp for Los Angeles weather. So I pulled out my Viktor & Rolf shirt and Dolce&Gabanna tartan bow tie out of my archived closet and sported it today. Parisian chic is my aesthetic for this season. Think Emmanuelle Alt and Francoise Hardy as an inspiration. A good friend, Kayla opened my eyes to a Balenciaga high heel boot that is subtle enough for me to wear. I try my best to stay androdgynous without wearing women's shoes but this one is a good one to wear. And of course, my fashion icon Rihanna will always be an inspiration.
Personal Updates: I'm skinny. Okay that is not an update. Duh. I'm going to be a fairy godmother. My cousin is going to pop out a bundle of joy and I AM VERY EXCITED! My own living doll HAHA! I will do my best to inspire the child in every aspect, not only fashion-wise. I already have a cute outfit to wear for the baby christening. Think RUFFLES! My other cousin also had a baby and it's the cutest thing ever! I need to use these children to find me a man. Gaybies are the newest accesory to a gay man's life!
That is basically the important shit in my life right now. Very blessed right now. Time for some slideshows!
It was a Safari theme and I was the only ho to be festive. Ugh Leave it to me to upstage the preggo lady. So Carrie Bradshaw of me.
Baby: Cute Baby throwing up on my silk Roberto Cavalli silk tuxedo shirt: Not Cute
Last night I was out with my girls chit chatting over some cocktails, classy selections such as Korbel (Hah) and not hard liquor, and we talked about the "what ifs" in our lives.
"What if we went into the relationship too quickly"
"Should I have moved in with him?"
and the realistic yet dreaded question, "Should I just leave him?"
If you did not know us, you would think that we're just regular bitches bitching. But having friends who are mirror dreamers such as myself, these types of things are important since we live for love. Why am I talking about this? It's because Carrie Bradshaw re-entered my life lately. A few weeks ago, I have this beautiful friend from work, who I like to call Miss Double Dip because she loves her double scoop of 70 cent ice cream from Rite Aid as is not ashamed of it. She will totally kill me for that. Anyways, since we live near each other, I thought I would take her home and during this trip to her house, we ended up talking about each other's loves life and my dilemma emulated Carrie Bradshaw's.
Then again yesterday, after dropping off Miss Double Dip home, I sped to Mom's for some good old fashion Filipino food when I see my mother watching the Fourth Season. In that season, Miranda meets a handsome man training for the marathon who loves to eat out assholes. (Oh get over it, you're reading a gay man's blog for Cher's sake.) Awkward, yes. What's more awkward was that my mother quickly stared at me looking like she was going to ask me THAT question. And yes, I had to walk away from the situation. After that, I thanked my mother for the delicious food and left.
Okay this is where I relate myself to Carrie Bradshaw. It's detailed so beware...
This is how I see the four girls: Charlotte gets sex because of her class. Miranda gets sex because of her intelligence. Samantha gets sex because...well..you know. But Carrie...she gets sex not because she's not the best at everything but she has a piece of the other three WITH an amazing closet. That is me. I know I'm not the conventionally cutest but I am so comfortable in my own skin, it makes me god damn amazing. I am confident, smart, socially open, and although you don't see it, I'm...caring. And I'm not saying this to overempower myself. And I'm not saying this because I need a pick me up. I am saying this just because. And yes, it's a bit cocky but this is my blog, damn it.
I guess you can say, I'm happy because I put myself in a positive environment. I have my girls, my shoes, my closet and especially my self worth.
Post Script: One final Bradshaw comparison is translated best in this clip. Even down to the Dolce&Gabbana.
This blog consist of semi-pessemistic, politically incorrect and fully fierce comments posted by one Fabuleux, Runway-stomping, Couture wearing Gaysian.
No, I'm not Bobby Trendy. He wishes.
Anyways this blog is used to talk about anything important in my life. I also post photos of fabuleux strangers in L.A. that posseses great style in a crappy-aesthetic city.
